Villain Ch 59. Duality
“So do you want to do it or not?” she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance and impatience. Her frown deepened as she awaited his answer, but still, he said nothing.
Allen was taken aback by Shea’s sudden boldness, her willingness to broach such a taboo topic so casually. ‘How could she say that like nothing?!’ he thought in confusion. But he decided not to say anything and assumed that she already knew Vivian’s additional attribute status from their last lewd act. After all, Shea was the oldest of them after all, and a bit bold.
He shook off his surprise and finally found his voice, the words escaping his lips in a soft murmur. “Yes, of course,” he said, the words sounding foreign even to his own ears.
Shea’s heart was beating fast in her chest as she took Allen’s hand in hers, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. She could sense the tension between them, the unspoken desire that hung in the air like a thick fog. But Shea was determined not to let her nerves get the best of her.
She smiled at Allen, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Since this is my first experience in this game,” she said, her voice low and sultry, “We will do it in my room.” Shea had always been a risk-taker, someone who wasn’t afraid to try new things, and this was no exception. “But the bed sounds boring, so how about the sofa?” she suggested, the hint of seduction in her voice impossible to miss.
As she spoke, Shea watched as every emotion flickered across Allen’s face, from surprise to curiosity to desire. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the longing that mirrored her own. And she knew that he was as eager as she was to explore it.
“I never do it on the sofa, so— let’s try it,” Allen said with a shrug, his voice low and rough. Shea could hear the excitement in his voice, the eagerness that mirrored her own.
Without another word, Shea led Allen to her room, their footsteps echoing softly. 𝐞𝗻𝐨𝘃𝗹.𝐜𝐨𝗺
As they walked, Shea’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to Allen, who walked beside her with an easy grace that spoke of confidence and self-assuredness. There was something about him that she found intriguing, something that made her heart flutter in a way that was unfamiliar to her.
It wasn’t a childish crush like Zoe’s, Shea knew that much. Rather, it was a curiosity, a desire to see how Allen would react to her advances, to see if he was as impervious to her charms as he seemed.
In the war event and during their meeting, Allen had shown no signs of weakness or flaws, at least not in Shea’s eyes. His strength and resilience had impressed her, and she couldn’t help but wonder what else lay beneath the surface of this enigmatic man.
His appearance certainly didn’t hurt, either. He was tall and lean, with chiseled features and piercing brown eyes that seemed to look straight into her soul. But it was more than just his looks that attracted her. It was the way he carried himself, with a confidence and assurance that showed he couldn’t be easily managed or controlled.
This was evident in his job, too. Allen was a freelancer, unattached to any particular company or industry. He worked on his own terms, pursuing his passions and creating on his own terms. It was a side of him that intrigued Shea, a side that spoke to his creativity and individuality.
Earlier that morning, she had taken the liberty of checking out his novel, not much indeed since she only checked a few R18 chapters here and there, just to get a glimpse into his mind and see how wild his imagination truly was.
She was surprised by what she found. His writing was captivating, drawing her in with its raw intensity and powerful imagery. It showed the rough side of him, the part of him that was unafraid to delve into the darker aspects of the human experience. But it also showed his gentleness, his capacity for empathy and understanding. It was a strange combination for a male writer like him, but one that made Shea all the more intrigued.
And it wasn’t just his writing that spoke to his complexity. His demeanor and appearance also showed the same thing. He was polite, friendly, and had a natural charisma that drew people to him. But when it came to his enemies, he showed his worst dark side. He didn’t hold back, slaughtering them in the most gruesome way possible and provoking them with sharp words that cut like knives.
Shea found it so fascinating. He was a contradiction, a man who could be both gentle and brutal, compassionate and ruthless. She wanted to know more, to understand the different facets of his personality and his duality.
It was the reason why she didn’t hesitate to invite him. Well, after all this was just a game, not a real thing. She had nothing to lose while she could feel the thrill. She could also say that she needed this to fill her HP and DP or increase her attribute. Either way, it didn’t matter to her.
Shea and Allen stepped into her room, and she could sense his curiosity as he glanced around. Unlike Larissa’s room, Shea’s room had a more simplistic and natural feel to it. It had a mid-century luxurious touch, with elegant wooden furniture and subtle, earthy tones that lent the space a peaceful ambiance.
The room was spacious and uncluttered, with a large window that allowed plenty of natural light to filter in. A plush cream sofa sat against one wall, its soft cushions beckoning them to sit down and relax. A low, round coffee table sat in front of it, its smooth wooden surface catching the light.
This was the first room where she spawned the first time. It also happened to the other girls. All of them spawned in their own bedrooms, that was why they knew where they belonged.